When Krista catches her boss doing the unthinkable, the only
thing she can do is run. Straight into the arms of the eye-candy she’s
been trying not to flirt with on her lunch break. But whose side is he
on?

Ryan’s security firm is having a hard time getting off the
ground, and this may be just the job to help the company out. But
pseudo-bounty hunter isn’t really what Pierce Securities is trying to get a
name for. When he finds out their target is the classy lady from the
park, all of Ryan’s senses go on high alert. What do these men want with
her?

Krista is forced into Ryan’s sanctuary in the woods, where she
realizes just how wild he is, but she doesn’t want to tame him. He may
feel his methods of protection endangered her, but without Krista in his life,
Ryan is crazed.

This is book #1 in the
Pierce Securities, a Romantic Suspense series by Anne Conley, author of the
Stories of Serendipity and The Four Winds.

“How cold is it supposed to get?”

“Not too cold. Fifties?”

“You should have told me to bring more clothes.”

“I packed some for you.” He grinned at her outraged expression.

“You had clothes for me and let me parade around in that blanket all day?”

Flabbergasted, she watched heat creep into his face as he ducked his head, his grin turning sheepish. “A guy can hope.”

“Hope for what?” Heart pounding, she saw the evidence of his attraction as he avoided her gaze. Was he actually as attracted to her as she was to him? Why all the avoidance then? It would certainly make their time together pass faster. At least less awkwardly. “Hope for what, Ryan?”

He looked up at her, the flush in his face making his complexion look ruddy. Hot as hell. She couldn’t stop herself. Krista had never thrown herself at a man the way she was compelled to do with Ryan, but the way he looked at her—like he could devour her any second—made any semblance of decorum fly out the window… er… shelter.

Licking her lips, she watched as Ryan froze, every muscle in his body tensing up. There wasn’t much space between them, but she closed it as she crawled into his lap, feeling a devilish grin on her face. She could feel his arousal press against her core, and she automatically ground against it, eliciting a moan from him.

She’d never been this way with a man before. His hands came up to grip her hips, as if to stop her, but his eyes told her to keep going. He looked helpless to stop his desires and seemed on the verge of giving in to them.

“Hope for what, Ryan?” she repeated in a whisper before leaning forward. She knew he wanted this almost as badly as she did.

“Don’t…” he breathed at her, leaning his forehead against hers.

Her pussy was so hot and wet; she couldn’t believe he was stopping. He was hard and ready. She rocked against him to illustrate.

“Don’t what? You want this, don’t you?” A shot of sobering indecisiveness rankled her. “Or is this all one-sided?” She backpedaled, crawling out of his lap and onto her pile of leaves.

“Fuck,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Of course I want it, Krista. Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.” His voice was hoarse and gritty. He adjusted the bulge in his pants, but didn’t come any closer, and Krista felt the sting of rejection all over again. “You’re fucking beautiful. And classy. And perfect.” He let out a whoosh of air she felt across the shelter. “But I know that if we do anything, I’ll want to spend every day buried inside that sweet pussy and I won’t be able to protect you with a distraction like that.” He stood, ducking in the low-ceilinged structure. “I need to protect you.” Without another word, he stalked out of the structure, into the rain.

Krista shivered in the sudden cold of the shelter. The temperature hadn’t dropped physically, but the absence of Ryan left a definite chill against her heated skin. What the fuck had just happened? She had no doubt he wanted her.

Anne has

written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry
to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years.
Currently she is writing three romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she
explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary
romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest
archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming
human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten,
and Simon. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her
own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social
skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

Carter has spent years protecting her from this man, but now Layla has fallen right into his hands. With his world crashing down around him, Carter won’t stop until he gets the vengeance he deserves. But will he succeed in saving the only person he has ever loved?

Warning: Vol. 3 contains triple the steam, triple the love, and triple the cheese. Not responsible for Kindles covered in Velveeta.Carter has spent years protecting her from this man, but now Layla has fallen right into his hands. With his world crashing down around him, Carter won’t stop until he gets the vengeance he deserves. But will he succeed in saving the only person he has ever loved?

Warning: Vol. 3 contains triple the steam, triple the love, and triple the cheese. Not responsible for Kindles covered in Velveeta.

I wrap my legs around Carter and squeeze my pussy muscles to try to lock him in place.“You’re not helping, Cherry,” he grunts as he pulls out, but he then thrusts fully back in. I don’t want him to go. I want him to finish what he started.I moan loudly, and Carter puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.“Saint’s my friend and all, Cherry, but if he hears you cum, I’ll tan your ass. Only I get to hear that,” he warns me, thrusting powerfully and making the bed knock against the wall. “This is going to be fast, baby. Grab the headboard.”I reach up and wrap my fingers around the bars and grip the headboard tightly.“You gonna be quiet while I fuck you, Cherry?” he asks, still holding his hand over my mouth.I nod my head, and he releases his hold and sits back. He positions himself on his knees, between my legs, causing me to release my locked legs from around him. Gripping my hips hard, he pulls me into his lap so that I’m completely stretched out on the bed. I tighten my hold on the bars and keep my fingers locked.“It won’t take me long, baby, not with you laid out like this, all for the taking. Fuck, I love seeing your red hair all wild over my pillow.”Gripping my hips in a tighter hold, Carter starts to thrust fast. I can feel another orgasm building. I bite the inside of my mouth to stop from moaning. I look up into Carter’s face and see his intensity. His eyes are on my pussy. He watches his cock slide in and out of me, it’s almost like he can’t look away.“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. You’re going to come with me, aren’t you?” he says, his thrusts picking up speed. I raise my hips, meeting him halfway, showing him I’m close too. I feel my sex close eagerly around him. He withdraws and then thrusts even deeper. “Yes,” I moan, tipping my head back as I let him control my body. I know he’ll get me there. Carter always makes sure I have what I need, that I get what I want.Smack.My eyes fly open when I feel him smack the top of my pussy, over my clit.“I said quiet, Cherry.”I’m not sure why he thinks slapping my pussy would make me stop. I want him to do it again, so I moan his name louder this time, and I’m sure Saint can hear it if he’s outside the door. He smacks it again and again, and I cum at his final smack. I feel my pussy walls contract as if trying to make Carter’s cock go deeper inside me, wanting him to stay there forever. My back arches off the bed, and I give myself over to the pleasure. I feel Carter’s own release deep inside me, filling me with his warm cum. My pussy contracts even more, as if it craves it. Pleasure hums through my whole body.

I’m Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn’t find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.
Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can’t let the other soccer moms know what I’m up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they’ve got nothing on my dirty talk.
I’m here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I’m what you’re looking for.

Annie Lonergan had lived through hell, she survived, now it was back and this time it wanted her son. After spending far too long cowering in fear Annie is no longer the timid little flower she once was and will do whatever it takes to protect what is hers.

Dillon Montgomery knows what it takes to kill another human being, he knows the taint it leaves on your soul. But to protect those he loves Dillon is prepared to do whatever necessary, even if it means more blood on his hands.

How far would you go to protect your child?

Note: Can be read as standalone but it is recommended to read previous books in the series to have a more rewarding reading experience.

Mercy’s Angels THE SERIES:

In the fictional U.S town of Claymont, you’ll find Mercy’s, a shelter for abused women. Taking in the broken and piecing them back together is their mission. This small town is full of people with big hearts, and men who would give their lives for those they love.

Come and visit Claymont, and follow the entwined stories of the people who live there, and the people who have fled there in the hopes of finding salvation.

I grew up on the beaches of North Queensland, Australia before migrating south to the iconic Gold Coast in 1995. I traded the surf and my bikini for pajama’s and a computer when I embarked on writing professionally in 2012.

I write first and foremost for myself. I write characters and ideas that come from my heart, then take shape and evolve into entire landscapes in my mind.

I am fascinated with most creative outlets — photography, art, music, you name it, I love it. I don’t take life too seriously and I love to hear from fans and other like-minded, creative people. So drop me a line or come hang out on Facey or over at the Twitter-verse!

Harmony makes no excuses for who she is or what she’s done. For the past few years she’s been living as a club girl for the Brothers by Blood MC. The club girls are there for a purpose – to cook, to clean and to keep the men happy. She respects the club, respects the men and she follows the rules. Watching the men walk in and out of her life is strangely comforting, and a feeling she’s grown accustomed to. With a history of disappointments and false promises, all she wants is to have fun, play music and finish college. Being associated with the club, she can do that without having to risk her heart. That was until he showed up.

When Kit’s father stepped down as president, he took the title with pride. The Brothers by Blood MC is his family, his home. Deciding to celebrate his new title with his brothers from a neighbouring chapter, the last thing he expected was to find Harmony – a club girl with all the makings of a perfect old lady. The stunning blonde is beautiful, strong and fiercely independent. Harmony refuses to lower the walls she’s created around her heart, but the fire inside her and her love for the club fuel his need to have her by his side, and on the back of his bike.

When Harmony’s safety is threatened, Kit is determined to do whatever it takes to protect her and prove that she can trust him. But after a lifetime of broken promises, will it be enough?

Hi! I am Addison Jane!
I come from a small country called New Zealand.
I have always had a strong love for reading and writing and Missing Link, whilst not the first story I have written, is the first I will be releasing.
My favourite genre is romance, specifically MC, rockstar and young adult.
I’m a single parent to a beautiful little girl, we live in a quiet little town and I have a small but amazing group of close friends.
My other passion in life is working with kids! I work with them part time along with going to school to complete my graduate diploma.
I am fortunate enough to have a great support base, whom without them, I would never have stepped out of my comfort zone and pushed myself to share my writing with you all!

Title: Dragons Don’t Love by D’Elen McClain

It’s finally the day of claiming. A dragon charges in breathing fire and leaves with an unwilling captive as his new bride. Roxanne, one of the brides he will chose from, wants nothing to do with the tradition that has gone on for thousands of years. From an early age she’s had one goal…

Kill the dragon.

Laryn—arrogant, gorgeous, and heartbroken since the death of his former bride has a plan for the new one. He will never love again. Of course, the last thing he expects is a feisty warrior landing on his back with a sharp sword in her hands intent on death. His death.

It’s a match made in… well… you need to read to find out.

A dragon shifter fairy tale for adult readers.

I admire my nakedness in the looking glass, flex my muscles and watch them ripple with undeniable power. I am more than a mere human. I’m faster—stronger—deadlier.

I am dragon.

“Why are humans so inferior?” I ask myself aloud. Their weak bodies give them no advantages. And they are ugly, even their females. Their puny appearance and sickly skin tone only enhance their frailty. At least some of the women are decent companions if they don’t nag too much. I grumble loudly. Chances are I’ll be stuck with a whiner again. I’ll not put up with it and I’ll quickly teach her to fear me.

As amazing as I am in my human form, it holds no comparison to my dragon, which is superior to all others. My mind flashes to Acasia, Bastian’s mate. Yes, she is beautiful, but all her damn rules ruin it. It doesn’t matter that she is the only female dragon in existence. Today, I chose my new bride at the claiming ceremony. Her training will begin immediately after our return to my lair. The sooner she stops the waterworks and settles in, the better it will be for her.

I turn and walk through the large doors of my bedroom and stand on a rounded stone ledge looking over my kingdom. The wind whips across my naked body and blows hair into my eyes. It needs trimming. I will gift my bride with the privilege, if she cooperates. It will be her first reward, well… after I fuck her, of course. Fucking always comes first. Bastian had no clue how to control a human female and now he’s stuck with Acasia. I always show the bride who’s boss and immediately put them in their place. My way works best.

I spring from the ledge and dive off headfirst in my human form. I pull in the magic and my dragon bursts free—the small amount of pain completely overshadowed by my majestic form. I spread my wings and admire their fifty-foot span of beautiful blue against the morning sky. Fire erupts from deep in my chest and shoots more than one-hundred feet in front of me. My roar echoes through the canyon and reverberates off the cliffs.

In all my blue glory, I fly to claim my bride.

Roxanne

I sharpen my two-foot steel blade before holding it up against the morning sun. The light shines off the blade, which fractures it into multiple beams of brilliance. Soon it will bathe in blood—the magical blood of a dragon. I will clean off the gore using my white bride’s dress and dance in the red puddles after I kill him. No sister of mine will become a dragon’s bride today. My death for this deed will be satisfying—the ultimate sacrifice.

I’ve spent most of my life preparing. No one in the village knows my true intentions. My parents think I’m reconciled to my fate. I was born during the span of years that established me as a claiming bride. A week ago, a proclamation went up throughout town informing the brides that our time has come. Our duty to keep the peace between dragons and humans demands our presence at the claiming. Today.

Early on, I used my family’s need for fresh meat and my father’s disability as the reason for learning to hunt. Every minute of every day that I could safely get away from home, I sharpened my skills. If the men of my town won’t defend the women, I will.

Slipping off my dreary daily garments, I don the beautiful, white, sacrificial gown required to entice my enemy. I secure the sword into the hidden back sheath knowing I can remove it and use it before anyone stops me. The virgins of this town will truly have something to celebrate tonight. I adjust my dark hair so it completely covers the blade’s grip. I walk from the glade with my shoulders back and my head held high refusing to acknowledge my racing heart and shaking knees.

I have a dragon to kill.

Please tell us a little about yourself.

After retiring as a police detective a year ago, I became a fulltime writer, provider for two spoiled dogs and one spoiled husband. Though I like cats, I’m a big (as in 80 pounds or more) dog lover. My Rottweiler Dizzy suffers from anxiety and has special needs. She must be by my side at all times and played with at regular intervals. She doesn’t care that I’m on deadline when her belly needs scratching. I write under three pennames and my books and magazine articles range from police procedural and the Paleo eating lifestyle to paranormal and contemporary sensual romance. I’m also an avid reader but please give me romance with an HEA. I’m a firm believer in love at first sight and fairy tales. Under my pseudonym Holly S. Robetrs, I hit the USA Today Best-Seller’s List and that was a fairy tale come true.

What’s your latest book Dragons Don’t Love about?

First, let me say that you should really read book one, Dragons Don’t Cry before reading Dragons Don’t Love. I don’t overwhelm you with tons of world building but it will help if you understand dragon realms and the curse that is intricate to the story. There are four dragons left alive after the curse from a Goddess kills the others. The four are bound by the curse and must choose a human virgin bride every one-hundred years. They love her as she lives a human lifespan and eventually dies leaving the dragon to wait until his next claiming to find another companion. The books are about what each dragon must do to break the curse and find forever love.

Why do you feel your dragons are different than other dragon shifter books?

Besides the humor in the stories, each of my dragons is a unique color. Dragons Don’t Cry is Bastian the red dragon, Dragons Don’t Love is Laryn who is blue, Dragons Don’t Forgive is Sarn purple (releasing June 2015), and the last book Dragons Live Forever is Tahr who is silver. Like most dragons they are fire-breathing, arrogant, coveters of sparkly treasure or the greatest treasure—another dragon’s bride. They love deeply and cherish their bride even as she grows too old for more than companionship. Did I mention sexy, panty melting specimens of mankind?

What’s a typical writing day for you?

I actually set a timer so I don’t stay hunched over my computer for more than two hours at a time. I have a speed and heavy bag in my home gym which I tear up to relieve shoulder and neck strain. I’m an avid gardener so at least one of my breaks is spent watering and grabbing fresh fruit or vegetables from the vine and eating on the spot. I also take a short fifteen minute walk once a day so I can say I left the house. Each morning with my drug of choice in hand (coffee), I spend about an hour on social media and answering emails. I write six series and everyone always wants to know when a certain book in a particular series is coming out. I can write from sunrise to long after the sun goes down with nothing but coffee and the occasional potty break so setting a timer is a must.

Who are your favorite authors?

Too many to list them all but in paranormal Patricia Briggs and Ilona Andrews are at the top of the list. For steamy erotic books I turn to Katy Evans and Lili St. Germain. Mystery/thriller would be Roberts Crais and Lee Child. And for everything hysterically funny and weird Christopher Moore.

It’s been a pleasure to be a guest on your blog and thank you so much for having me.

Best-Selling Author D’Elen McClain is a retired sex crimes and homicide detective who managed to retain her sense of humor. She writes under three pen names dreaming about stories from life on the street as a beat cop in an unflattering blue uniform to paranormal and spicy romance.

Her two dogs, Dizzy, a Rottweiler with anxiety issues, and Duchess, her overweight Chihuahua, sleep and play under her feet while she writes at her home high in the Arizona mountains. She also keeps her pen in blue ink as a contributing writer for UniformStories.com, Below The Salt News, and Bad Luck Detective blog.

“What would you do if the only man you ever loved was the son of the man that murdered your parents?”

In Addison Kline’s fiery romantic suspense novel, Averi Ford’s future
collides with her past with ferocious intensity. Averi Ford and Colt
McClain have loved each other since they were children. They both come
from a broken past. Colt’s mother died when he was young, and Averi’s
parents were taken from her at the tender age of five. The same man is
responsible for both of their broken childhoods: Tom “Black Horse”
McClain. He also happens to be Colt’s father. Now twenty years after the
crimes that fractured both of their hearts, Black Horse is getting out
of jail and he’s coming after the girl who testified against him: Averi,
herself. Colt wants to hide her, but Averi refuses to run.

“Our past does not own us, and we owe it to our hearts to show the world
that love can arise from the darkest of places. We just have to survive
Black Horse to tell the tale.”

Addison
Kline is an award winning, best selling novelist who writes mystery,
psychological thrillers and romantic suspense novels. She lives in
Pennsylvania with her husband, their sons and two rambunctious dogs.
Addison has had a love affair with the written word since before she
entered school. Her grandmother taught her the glory of taking an
adventure in the pages of a book. When Addison isn’t writing, you can
find her reading, going for an adventure with her sons, or traveling
with her family.

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry for what happen to you, but I’ll never be sorry for tracking you down and failing in love with you.”

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J.L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and later moved to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.She released her first novel “What Lurks in the Dark” in June 2014 but after the series got picked up by a publisher it was pulled. It will return late 2015. “Bunker 219” is found in the Unleash the Undead Anthology. Her “Broken” Trilogy is being released now, as well as, “All In,” in the Second Chances anthology comes in June 2015.